Wednesday, December 21, 2005

morning observation #48

the queue goes past my front door
scarves hoods hands      shields
against the brisk wind    bitter
patience      as commuters abide

hope is a nasty business, you say

a kiss on the forehead     we turn
our separate ways


Anonymous Arturo Bandini said...

I prefer the fall (seasonally speaking), but I love the snow swept winter MOs. Makes me want to curl up and read your blog.
Arturo Bandini

10:04 AM  

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